"Yes," Gu Fei responded, and still looked at Jiang Cheng in the camera, "I kept it myself."

"Don't shoot randomly," Jiang Cheng opened his eyes and looked at him, "I haven't finished it."

Gu Fei pressed the shutter, and Jiang Cheng looked very sexy with only one eye open.

"Your uncle," Jiang Cheng cursed, paused and asked again, "What's it?"

"I can't remember it." Gu Fei said.

"I can't remember what?" Jiang Cheng was stunned.

"What's my uncle like?" Gu Fei said.

"Fuck," Jiang Cheng cursed again, "I'll ask you what I am like!"

The makeup artist smiled with a small brush and couldn't stop for a long time.

"It's so beautiful." Gu Fei answered seriously.

It took an hour to finish a lip makeup because it had to be matched with the whole thing. The makeup artist said it was fast, but Jiang Cheng didn't know whether he should believe it.

"Okay," the makeup artist finally brushed his face twice with a brush, and stood up, "You can start taking pictures."

"Awesome," the designer stared at Jiang Cheng's face for a while, "It's this feeling."

"Can I look in the mirror?" Jiang Cheng asked.

The designer moved away from the mirror, and Jiang Cheng never looked at the mirror. He looked at it suddenly and was shocked.

"Fuck!" He turned around and stared at the three people in front of him, feeling that his expression must be full of horror, "What's the matter!"

"Are you not used to it?" the designer said with a smile, "it's very nice and not feminine, it's just the very manly sexy."

Jiang Cheng was not particularly able to understand what the man with a deep and light lipstick was like, but after glanced at Gu Fei, Gu Fei gave him a thumbs up, and he suddenly felt relieved again.

Although he felt that even if he painted it like a piece of heartburn, Gu Fei would give him a thumbs up, but the affirmation from Gu Fei still made him let go of his worries.

"Let's start," said Jiang Cheng, "I still have to do my homework and review it when I'm done."

This sentence probably made the makeup artist and the designer a little unimaginable. He stood in front of the lights, and they responded together: "Oh!"

Gu Fei felt that the force in his body was reviving. He had patted many handsome guys and all the fart models, but when he looked at Jiang Cheng's face, the kind that originated from the depths of his heart would come out little by little, and slowly stretched under the skin along the seven meridians and eight veins.

Click.

A slightly raised face.

Click.

The corner of his mouth curled up with disdain.

Click.

A look of contempt.

Click.

Jiang Cheng-style arrogant sneer.

The sound of the shutter was like a rhythm, and every face that Jiang Cheng freezes, pushed him to the toilet a step.

After finishing the filming of the set and preparing to change the lip makeup, Gu Fei put down the camera and turned to the bathroom.

As soon as he entered the toilet, he supported his hand on the wall facing the urinal and had not started to calm himself down, he heard footsteps, and then the figure swayed.

"You are here to rub it," Jiang Cheng leaned against the door with his arms in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Or come to lower the flag?"

"Fuck," Gu Fei turned his head and looked at him, "Are you watching the fun or help?"

"It must be watching the fun." Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes and laughed happily.

"Is there any humanity?" Gu Fei went over and pushed him against the wall.

"This young man," Jiang Cheng poked his chin with his finger, "Now you will know if you kiss me if you want to know."

Gu Fei thought about it, lowered his head and kissed him in the pocket of his neck.

"I warn you," Jiang Cheng hugged him, "If you dare to bite, I dare to beat you."

Gu Fei smiled and raised his head: "This young man, who is full of handles, dares to provoke him?"

"I'm here to comfort you." Jiang Cheng smiled.

"Brother Cheng," Gu Fei lowered his voice, "I'll ask you something."

"Hmm?" Jiang Cheng looked at him.
Chapter completed!